User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/The Warmblood Games/@comment-3418619-20111214223748/@comment-3418619-20111214230305

Having made it to the next boulder in safety. Varliss decides to keep his eyes on the otter. His tongue flickers once as he detects a nearby creature. Not bothering to look, he hurls a throwing star from behind the boulder, eharing a cry of pain as the missile hits home. Peeking cautiously from behind his boulder, Varliss sees a ferret whom he had hit in the neck with the star. Plunging his broad-bladed cinqueda into the ferrets heart, Varliss appropriates his supplies and disappears into the shadows once more.